This past year has turned out in ways no one ever could have imagined. As soon as the year began it was apparent that things would never be the same. I’ve always thought that true tragedy, loss, and huge change and what not wouldn’t happen until maybe 5-10 years later, when, we’re finally alone in the “real world.” In a sense I’ve always subconsciously expected us to be “real-world” deterrent still for a few more years, lingering on to what “childhood” we have left before we really are adults. I mean when we turn 18 and wonder why still no one truly respects us, it’s because as old as we think we are, in the eyes of a now 40-60 year old parent, we’re still just kids.

It’s just that kind of optimistic and somewhat childish view of being safe from harm until you’re an adult that makes me realize how much more of the real world we haven’t really seen or experienced yet. And this is just one year out of how many decades we still have ahead. Assuming we last that long that is.

It’s been 8-9 years, 12 for some, of knowing the greatest people to ever grace my life. There’s no other time than now when you realize how important they are, and how many more years you will have with them. Keep your friends close and your family closer.

It’s 2 years out of high school, and we may still look and act the same as we did before, but inside I’ve grown up way faster than I would’ve liked in 2011.

Mind is at peace, now back to work